The Oldest Trees

Winter in the Pacific Northwest can be a special kind of dreary. The rains and mists and fogs seep slowly into our minds and hearts. Too much time inside seems to yield less accomplished. It's easy to find excuses to stay locked up and cranky, but for the adventurous few, the sodden world outside is more beautiful than ever. Many of our trees are even more stunning in contrast against the grey.



They spread wide green arms, bare of leaves but thick with moss, and more lovely for their exposed lengths and curves.


At the start of the new year, I took a long walk in one of my favorite parks in Seattle and photographed a few of my favorite trees. Spending time with these trees, especially the oldest ones, reminds me to slow down and notice the life I'm living.


I find I take deeper breaths and even stop to rest my head against the bark and moss. Their sleeping shapes remind me to be grateful for the ancient wilds behind. They remind me to be hopeful for new growth ahead.




Terri Windling, one of my favorite artists and writers, often writes about her love of trees and her hesitation to overshare photos of her most special, magical trees. I couldn't agree more and hope these images simply serve to inspire some of you to get out in the weather, whatever that weather may be.


Much love,
Edie

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